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Today was uneventful. I blame the ingestion of clonazepam(to help my christmas spirit), but that was days ago. Everything was very lucid today and the world seemed to be in fast forward as I stood still. Sure, I interacted with people, drove, smoked, and all other such normal daily activities... everything was just.. off.
I have been wearing my glasses lately. Not only are the sextastic and have eliminated the need to ID this 22 year old, they are a lot more comfy. This morning, however, I awoke to a clatter. I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter! In actuality, I opened my eyes and my left one (supposedly the mighty he-man one) was oddly blurry and hurty. I put on my glasses. My actual EYEBALL was hazy! Whoa. I doused(not to be confused with "douched") it with water continuously, but to no avail. I also awoke feeling a little tanked, though no drinking had occured the previous night. Perhaps I've dabbled in the evil seeds of recreational enlightment to a point that I sporadically get fucked up.
Work went fast. This stupid cunt accused me of losing some cadillac keys. The keys I gave her on friday at work when she (and all the other floor people) were blitzed off of some very delicious aged rum (hey, so i dabbled, I didn't lose the fucking keys). After such, a mechanic, Dan gave me a jack/coke mixed in a bottle drink. What a fantasmorific idea! So here I am, blitzed at work (after doing some other questionable act of indecency). I get home soon thereafter and cannot honestly recollect the entire happenings of Friday night until about five o'clock pm today. Clonazepam, beautiful. If it didn't wipe the memory so efficiently it would be perfect. I don't really remember what I did at the family party, but I know they kept feeding me beer to do funny things. Tasteful, the clothes stayed on (this time).
Speaking of clothes, I acquired some rockin' jeans and a hoodie/suitjacket dealie AND an ankh necklace. I had a dream last night that I burned the big Ankh charm into my arm, and wondered if it was possible to lodge a piece of sterling like that in there. Hrm.
I haven't written in so long and you have probably stopped reading this thing altogether. I think I may start crossposting in the myspace dealy too because people think I'm hot there, and at the moment I'm too lazy to write this much twice (as I pray I don't accidently hit a bad key... you know, the one that only exists when you're completing a long paper. as you type the final letter of the final sentence of the final paragraph, your finger slips and it all goes away... that one. I lost my train of thought..is this in parenthesis? yes.)
For those that haven't seen me. I've lost some weight at my new full time job. I'm lean and mean though, like a kitty, grrawrrrrrrrrr. I lost most of my piercings to the job market and tattoos are still being drawn-perfectionist-
I need to meet liz. I think she needs to tell me things. So much so that I wrote it here, I just got the feeling.
Hope all is well in post-christmas, back to hating one another days
eeht sselb
m0x(Nathan)
I have been wearing my glasses lately. Not only are the sextastic and have eliminated the need to ID this 22 year old, they are a lot more comfy. This morning, however, I awoke to a clatter. I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter! In actuality, I opened my eyes and my left one (supposedly the mighty he-man one) was oddly blurry and hurty. I put on my glasses. My actual EYEBALL was hazy! Whoa. I doused(not to be confused with "douched") it with water continuously, but to no avail. I also awoke feeling a little tanked, though no drinking had occured the previous night. Perhaps I've dabbled in the evil seeds of recreational enlightment to a point that I sporadically get fucked up.
Work went fast. This stupid cunt accused me of losing some cadillac keys. The keys I gave her on friday at work when she (and all the other floor people) were blitzed off of some very delicious aged rum (hey, so i dabbled, I didn't lose the fucking keys). After such, a mechanic, Dan gave me a jack/coke mixed in a bottle drink. What a fantasmorific idea! So here I am, blitzed at work (after doing some other questionable act of indecency). I get home soon thereafter and cannot honestly recollect the entire happenings of Friday night until about five o'clock pm today. Clonazepam, beautiful. If it didn't wipe the memory so efficiently it would be perfect. I don't really remember what I did at the family party, but I know they kept feeding me beer to do funny things. Tasteful, the clothes stayed on (this time).
Speaking of clothes, I acquired some rockin' jeans and a hoodie/suitjacket dealie AND an ankh necklace. I had a dream last night that I burned the big Ankh charm into my arm, and wondered if it was possible to lodge a piece of sterling like that in there. Hrm.
I haven't written in so long and you have probably stopped reading this thing altogether. I think I may start crossposting in the myspace dealy too because people think I'm hot there, and at the moment I'm too lazy to write this much twice (as I pray I don't accidently hit a bad key... you know, the one that only exists when you're completing a long paper. as you type the final letter of the final sentence of the final paragraph, your finger slips and it all goes away... that one. I lost my train of thought..is this in parenthesis? yes.)
For those that haven't seen me. I've lost some weight at my new full time job. I'm lean and mean though, like a kitty, grrawrrrrrrrrr. I lost most of my piercings to the job market and tattoos are still being drawn-perfectionist-
I need to meet liz. I think she needs to tell me things. So much so that I wrote it here, I just got the feeling.
Hope all is well in post-christmas, back to hating one another days
eeht sselb
m0x(Nathan)